God's Gifts by Guruji Krishnananda (4min36sec video)

In the eyes of a eunuch

On a busy day, as I was trying to meet both ends of my job-list, I had one of my most cherished human experiences. I was racing towards the commercial hub of Bangalore city; as I slowed down my car at a traffic signal, a eunuch approached to beg for money. This is a common sight and a brutal reality in India, eunuchs usually extract rather than beg and out of fear of unpleasantness most spare some loose change. Over-dressed as a woman this person appeared fairly well-to-do and healthy, probably with some elementary education. Usually eunuchs approach only men, but with changing times they have re-defined their targets and increased their catchment areas.

She came towards my closed window and gestured for money. The coins section next to the gear shaft was empty; I scraped every nook of my handbag as thoroughly as I could but to no avail. Giving into the urgency created by the traffic signal timer, I just gave her a Rs. 50/- note (about a US dollar) as it was immediately accessible.

All this while she was observing my struggle; as I rolled down my car window and gave her the money, it all happened in a moment. On her face were the mixed expressions of gratitude, peace, fulfilment, and suddenly, she seemed to have worn a dignified bearing. No it wasn’t something as simple as joy over getting a hefty donation; it wasn’t the expression of having ended her workday with this single interaction. Her gentle smile connoted something deeper and far more sincere. As I zoomed off I felt a strange sense of contentment.

In that singular moment, I felt, that time had frozen. This beautiful moment filled the rest of my day. No words were exchanged, nothing really “happened”. I pondered over the look in the eunuch’s eyes. In my memory I only see her eyes, her expression; the ambient details have failed to register.

I had shown her genuine whole-hearted respect, there wasn’t an iota of contempt or judgement in my intent. There wasn’t any pity in my expression either. She must have felt this; probably for the first time in her life, she was treated like a normal human being, with dignity and respect. In that moment, she wasn’t a eunuch, neither was she a beggar, nor I the benevolent large-hearted donor; she and I were just two persons. It was a moment when two human beings shared what one had and the other didn’t, there was no “giving-taking” or “donation”, just respectful sharing. This, I guess, had opened her innate humane self, which was not the superficial persona she portrayed. Later, I realized that it was a moment when she and I had transcended our social identities which are defined by financial status, education, etc. We felt Universal Love.

She received with dignity what I had shared with respect. This had created a moment of stillness, wherein she and I were just two souls. I am trying hard to capture the look in her eyes, let me try again – think of a person who is fully at peace, with deep contentment, serene and yes, divine, that’s the word – she felt that the divinity in her was acknowledged. Eunuchs are usually treated with inhumane contempt and are often abused. They are social outcasts, pitied, mocked and accused of crimes. For a moment, probably for the first time, she was treated as her highest self. This one moment tore off all the veils of social identities and judgements which ail human society.

If only we could put our limiting identities or ego on hold for an instant, we could see the Divine in another.

I had a similar experience with a janitor once at a shopping mall. This lady worked her shifts in cleaning and waiting in the women’s washroom. On my way out, hurried as ever, I handed her a ten rupee note; she hesitated, declined the offer but as I gently insisted, she accepted. Again, this moment left me so fulfilled; not with a sense of being the “good-guy” but a sense of deep oneness with another soul.

That seems to be it – oneness with another soul – when all the judgements, egos, complexes quite down for even just a tiny moment, something Universal opens up and fills us with deep sense of peace and contentment. This is what my Spiritual Guide has been teaching me about all this while – oneness, unconditional Universal Love.

The eunuch, the janitor and I are all the same at a deeper level. Everyone deserves a dignified, respectful treatment. There’s nothing more divine than being human in the truest sense.  

Grudgingly, I have to accept that even those whom I do not like, and would like to keep a distance from, are one with me at a deeper level.L

Guruji Krishnananda's post - “How to live in your Light?”

A person asked me, “How to live in your Light?”

Although the Light in me is the same as the Light in you, there will be something very unique about each individual. If you want to live in my Light, I can mention a few of my preferences, which you may try to follow or adopt.

I always believe that the human part in us is to be understood and valued. Some people tend to think that to be Divine, we shouldn’t be human. The truth is, only if we are human we can be Divine. We have come down to the human plane to experience the humanness.

Cry when you feel like crying. Jump with joy if you feel like it. Don’t hesitate. Get a little angry, get a little jealous also. Live this life fully. If we don’t, we miss so much. There is so much of life here in this beautiful world.

Spirituality is living all this. It is not just meditating and trying to allow some energies to transform us. We have to experience all that is beautiful on this earth. There is so much of beauty here—nature, sky, seasons, rain, wind, butterflies, moonrises, music, literature, poetry ... All this makes the human plane the most wonderful plane. That is why people from all other worlds rush to this earth. This earth is very, very special. We are here and we are missing all these things.

This is a plane of imperfections. Everyone is imperfect including me. We have to accept others as they are without complaining, grumbling and disliking strongly. When you do, it indicates that you have great love.

I don’t like to complain and grumble regardless of how difficult the situation is.

For me, these qualities are of great value. If you accept these and try to follow them, you will be living in my Light.

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Quotes from an also-ran

These are my observations

In the dealings of the day we meet others,

In the nothingness of the night we meet ourselves.

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Tears are soul’s ink.

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In longing, love seems to increase.

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If seeing is believing then all illusions are true.

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When we are not with our closest, they seem closer,

because we find them right in our hearts.

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Art is visual maths.

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The only way to safely sail through life is to be anchored in the Divine.

Feeling Complete

Long Lost...now found!!!!

Ohhh I cannot stop smiling....sometime last year I had lost my house keys. It had a beautiful gold plated key chain. The brass keys glistened more in the shine of the blingy key chain. It was not just high on looks, it had a handy utility feature - a hook which could be latched onto a pocket; once fastened it could not fall off or slip away. Many around me found it attractive. And I thought that's the reason why I lost it!!!!

I had a fixed place where I would keep my keys, wrist-watch, etc, there was no misplacement possible. Anyways, with all my search in vain, I reconciled to the fact that it was not to be found again; I conceded to using my back-up key set which had a drab plastic identity tab attached to it. Still mourning from the loss of my adorable key chain I refused to get a good one for my back-up keys. 

As luck would have it, I lost the back-up too!!! Losing an inch in the perpetual tug-of-war with my spouse, as is the case with every couple, I swallowed my pride, borrowed my husband's key set and got a duplicate made. 

Later, the loss of two lipsticks convinced me of theft by my domestic help's little daughters. Their mother is a trustworthy woman. I wanted to wait for the right moment to ask her as she was in the middle of a family crisis. Time flew by and nothing was ever lost again. 

Last week, I set out to empty my trendy handbag which I had put to disuse as it had a tiny tear in the in-seam stitch of an inner section. I had lost coins, pens, hair-pins, etc through this tear but could always re-cover from the space between the bottom of the handbag and the cloth sections. I would ignore the clank and clink of the coins, and with the arrival of my brand new designer handbag, I treated the old handbag as a piggy-bank to be accessed on a rainy day. 

I had decided to give away the old handbag to someone who could use it; so I set out to enrich myself with some coins and started emptying the bag thoroughly. I had to increase the tear just to mine the heavy, metallic treasure it held at its base. Lo and behold....I found my key-set as well its low-profile back-up. I could not believe my eyes; how could two big key sets manage to slip in through such a teeny-tiny tear? 

The excitement outlasted a few bragging sessions with some fellows. But all the while there was an undercurrent of thought; was there a message in all this? All the while the old handbag was in my wardrobe, in my plain sight, even when I was fretting about my prized possession. I had to undergo a cathartic emptying of sorts and let go of some old baggage to find what I had lost.

It was right in front of my eyes all the time – my old handbag – I had just ignored it. A tiny insignificant careless tear, if not fixed in time, can make us lose something invaluably big. ‘A stitch in time saves...’ ahhh those childhood lessons we tend to ignore.

Yes, there was a Spiritual message, not one but three. Let go of old baggage / issues; in the process flush old stuff out, keep what’s required and dump the rest, catharsis is important. And lastly, try not to have loose ends and small tears, in bags, relationships or anything else.

The loss was meant for me to find newer meanings. I shared this episode with my Spiritual Guide; he smiled, because I had got the messages after all.

And yes, I found the lipsticks too.

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Lost and Found

Lost my wallet last week. Keeping our work priorities aside, I had insisted that my hubby and I go for a quick drive to the city. Why? well, we have busy lives, we are married – to our laptops and job-lists, I wanted to enjoy a few sips of tender coconut with him. 

We did. After returning I got around to the dinner grind. I got a call on my cellphone from an unknown number, “Hello, what’s your name?” the caller – a thick voice with a vernacular accent asked. ‘Oh, one of those crank calls’ I thought to myself. I left it to my husband to deal with him. 

The caller inquired if I had lost my wallet. My husband gave me that what-did-you-do-now look. It hit me like a bolt as I re-traced my footsteps since I came home. Oh God! where was my wallet, it contained my credit/ATM cards, driver’s license and yes, cash. 

We dashed to the place where the caller was waiting for us. This man returned the wallet, contents intact, after verifying that it was going to the right person. Yeah, I had to carry my PAN card as identity proof to retrieve my cute little trendy looking life-support kit. The only worry this man had that it should not go to the wrong person.

The finder was a small-time labour force at a fast-food joint, one of those darshinis. We offered him some cash as a token of our gratitude and appreciation. He refused! 

He could have kept the cash and blamed it on the one who found it before him. Seeing the condition of his clothes, it was obvious he could have used the money. He didn’t.

Such clear honesty, sincerity, purity in a man from the streets, with less education and a menial job! Goodness still exists in abundance in this world.

A miracle it was; what was striking was that I did not have to go through any stress. Even before I realized that I had lost my wallet, it had found me. How come in a world full of “bad guys” only an honest one found my wallet. 

Grace. My guarding Angel was watching over me all the while. He kept me from any stress and strain. May be this was a message from him to me – that he’s got my back! He has a name, I call him my Eternal Holy Father – Guruji Krishnananda. 

He often would say that in a world gone so wrong, essential human goodness exists as it always has and always will, forever. I lost my wallet and found his words as true. 

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Me

A highly blessed youngest of three from a lovely middle-class family, a graduate in Science with an MBA in Marketing, eight years of solid corporate career, a feminist without a cause, just a few quick outlines of my identity.

A happy-go-lucky childhood filled with comic books, poems, art and wonderment led to an adventurous-when-possible youth with highlights like bungee-jumping, parasailing and looking into the eye of a charging tiger during a jungle safari, life has finally brought me to its real purpose – which you might understand as you read my blogs.

My parents are my heroes, my siblings are my perpetual supporters, their spouses and children make me feel proud. My husband - my senior at work, my buddy, my other half and a like-minded seeker of metaphysical realities is one of the best gifts I have received from God.